Begin at the beginning, the king said gravely, and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

K is for Death, or perhaps Empty Orchestra.

So, this morning I did not wake up early to write my blog post. I in fact, woke up very late.

You see, on Wednesdays I go from work, to a bar to meet up with friends (sometimes I write but most of the time I go to the bar) then I duck out for an hour for dance class, and after class I rejoin my peoples at the bar, just in time for karaoke. Where I heckle and sing along, but don't sing. I don't sing, mostly because I cannot consume enough alcohol in such a short period of time to be sufficiently drunk enough to sing.

So instead of my planned post which either had something to do with romance, or excess violence, or both cause really they are the same thing. I'm going to leave you with a song:

Decemberunderground By AFI is one of my favorite alblums to listen to when writing, they are Leni's band, cause they are the appropriate amount of dark and angsty: Kiss and Control--not my favorite song but it does have a K in the title

But because I know AFI is actually not awesome music, nor a good Karaoke song :

p.s. I should be getting a new phone tomorrow. YAY manufactures warranty.

Hi, would it bother you if I suggested you leave off the liquor and maybe you will enjoy the karaoke more? I hate to see anyone spoiling their day and life by consuming alcohol. It can really kill a life. I have seen it happen too often. :)Please forgive an old lady for sounding meddlesome. :) best regards to you. Ruby

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